I love these pictures of Desilu staffer Bill McGovern slating scene after scene of Star Trek with a nonchalance bordering on apathy. Some of the greatest scenes and most iconic characters in sci fi TV history, and McGovern, clapboard in hand, looks like he couldn’t care less if his life depended on it.
Magic hour shot of an old corner block on Centre Street where Hyde Square meets Jamaica Plain, Boston, Massachusetts. Thanks to the kind New-Englander who let me stand on the tailgate of his truck in the middle of the road for this.
Anon asked: Could I ask for an Adam Driver x Reader fic? I had this idea where the Reader is in a movie with Adam as love interests, and they’re filming a really huge plot point for their characters, and it just ends up being really fluffy both in the movie and out?
(A/N: I got so happy when I saw this prompt. Adam Driver is pretty high up on my thirst list. ;3)
Plot Summary: You and Adam have been pretty good friends, working on another new movie together. See, it’s always funny when two actor friends are the main love interests. Filming a romance is pretty easy when you actually do feel attracted to your love interest, both in the movie and out.
Warning: Light Swearing
The doorbell rang as you stretched, hopping off of your couch and heading to the front porch.
“Coming!” You yelled, as a muffled voice could be heard from the other side.
“Y/N! Hurry, I want to grab my coffee!” Adam’s deep tone could easily be recognized as you threw on your boots, rushing to grab your purse and open the door.
“Calm down, big guy. It’s not the end of the world if you don’t get your coffee.” You chuckled, giving him a hug as he leaned down to return it.
“Yes it is. You know how I am without my coffee.”
“Still a functioning human being, only more grumpy and sad?” You noted as he scoffed.
“LIke you’re any different without it!” You pondered on his thought, as you nodded.
“You know what, you’re right. We should hurry though. Studio needs us at 10:30. We’ve only got an hour.” You closed your door, locking it as he held open the passenger side door on his car.
FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.
I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.
But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too!
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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.
The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.
Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.
“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”
Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.
The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”
He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.
“Hi, and welcome to
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
: celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”
Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.
So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.
Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…
“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”
“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”
Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.
This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.
“A necessary evil
“his agent had called it. “
How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”
Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…
Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.
He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.
Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”
A/N: Part I of a Soulmate
AU mini-series, or as I have come to fondly refer to it, the 1K Follower
Celebration request by @trexrambling with prompts for hurt/comfort,
protectiveness, and reunion inspired by TKG poem #4 that outlined better for me as
a series than a stand-alone drabble.
Summary: What if
angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes
they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s
grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Sparks
fly when you meet a mysterious blue-eyed stranger in the most unexpected of
Few sensations exist in creation more unpleasant than the
vision blurring stomach churning skin chaffing whirlwind spin of an angel’s
vessel hurtling uncontrollably through physical space upon being banished by means
of blood sigil. Few sensations, that is, save for the fireball crash landing
which invariably follows such expulsions. There are archived plans for a Coney
Island roller coaster gradually disintegrating in a drawer at the New York City
Public Library which, if the project reached fruition, might have come close to
replicating the experience. However, engineers could never work out adequate
safety measures to protect the rocketing passengers from being jettisoned into
oblivion at the kinetic peaks.
Castiel, like most vessel-bound wavelengths of celestial
intent in his current predicament, hadn’t expected to find himself the
equivalent of an angelic slingshot just now. Unfortunately, and also
fortunately for him, the sensation was not entirely unfamiliar and he knew
panicking would accomplish nothing. Practice taught him that accepting fate and
relaxing usually made for a slightly softer landing.
Being friends with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.
“So, everything pointed to
Vampires, but the more I’ve researched, the more I’ve come to realize that
might not be the case.” Sam said as you sat nervously in the back of the
Impala. Cas was sitting next to you, staring at your knee that wouldn’t stop
bouncing. You were a bundle of nerves. Nervous about the hunt that was your
first in years. Scared at seeing your parents again for the first time in a
couple of weeks. Wondering how they were going to react when they found you
traveling with Sam and Dean.
“I believe it might be two
types of monsters working together.” Cas answered, reaching over and placing
his hand on your knee. The weight from his hand, along with the positive energy
he sent your way calmed you enough that your body stilled.
in suicide squad, we get to see that harley still yearns for a normal life, a house and kids and a husband eating breakfast with her.
and with the switcheroo in telltale’s batman, john/joker is the one who wants that normalcy, in spite of his weird fascination with violence and manipulation. harley in this version jerks him around and leads him on, and even though she has a soft spot for john, it’s a relationship with a clear power dynamic, where john fears her as much as he adores her.
but! in their lair, he builds a clapboard house for himself that’s barely big enough to lie down in, with pictures all over the walls of his “family,” empty frames where he plans on putting more memories, an open chair propped up for company. banners rolled out when bruce comes to visit.
he wants so bad to have a degree of normalcy, a proper way of settling down with the people he cares about. telltale’s going to absolutely rip out my heart. :’)
I would like to know everything you know about Eliza please
Your Guide to the IRL Eliza Schuyler!
Elizabeth Schuyler was born on August 9, 1757 at 5 PM, likely in Schuyler’s mom’s home, which stood at the corner of State and Pearl Street in Albany, NY
She’s the second out of eight surviving Schuyler children (15 children overall)
She was baptized into the Dutch Reformed Church
Her nicknames were Betsey and Eliza
She and the family lived in her maternal grandmother’s house until she was about 8
She and her family moved into the Schuyler Mansion in 1765
She grew up in the fanciest home in Albany in its day! It was the only home built in the Georgian style for years (all the other homes were Dutch style or clapboard)
She started her formal schooling around the age of 7 or 8
She was tutored in Albany, but also in NYC, where she and her sisters lived with family and family friends as they received an education
Her father made sure his daughters learned every subject, which was usual for the time period
She could speak English, Dutch, and some French, but she didn’t like learning foreign languages!
In 1775, Tench Tilghman visited Albany and wrote about her in his diary
He described her as “A Brunette with the most good natured lively dark eyes that I ever saw, which threw a beam of good temper and benevolence over her whole Countenance.”
Eliza shocked Tench! They went to the Cohoes Falls with some friends and she climbed the rocks in full 18th century dress–– something that seemed to scare and impress Tench
Eliza is described as being what we would consider a tomboy
She met Alexander Hamilton in February of 1780 in Morristown, New Jersey
They got engaged by March!!! That was fast even for the 18th century!!!
Her parents wrote Hamilton and basically told him to wait because they wanted to see the wedding (blame Angelica’s elopement for this!)
They got married in the formal parlor of the Schuyler Mansion on December 14, 1780 (they just celebrated 237 years!!!)
They stayed at the mansion through Twelfth Night, the colonial celebration of Christmas
They lived on and off at the mansion for three years
Eliza had her first son, Philip, at the mansion
I’m going to stop there because wow, this is a lot about Eliza! I’ve taken you through her childhood and early years with Hamilton in this post. If you want more about her (or any of the Schuylers!) please send me another ask!!! I am always happy to talk about them!